Our spaces say so much about who we are, despite their being only bricks and plaster and paint. The books we read, filled with the thoughts we most want to take with us into our dreams. The soft rugs to catch us when we fall. The windows and the things we chose to look out upon when first we said 'oh yes! let's live here!'. Especially the art we select for the walls, those messages we send from ourselves to ourselves, paint a picture of the people we would like to be when we wake again tomorrow, rested and loved and ready to walk another day into the future.
It is the way that children are incapable of being anything other than utterly themselves, that most captivates me. I don't know why we lose that as we grow older, but sadly, most of us do, to some extent or other. I think maybe this is the magic of a family photo session (if we do it right); the powerful energy of our children transforming us for just a short while, into our truest, simplest, most playful selves. An afternoon which is all, and only, about love.